There is a riot going on
Within her vaginal orifice
Will you tame it for her?
If so, when?
Her palate is dry
12 noon grabs her
like an erotic trail in musky sheets
Looks like this is her new kind of sex
Where morning and night are spelled
Into a routine of horniness
Indulgence turns TV to reality
She becomes Miss New York
Minus the loudness
Without the ghettoness
Her pair of panties on his floor
Is his keepsake
“I could smell you,” he tells her on the phone
and morning sex screams scandal
as the sun beams through the windows
©4/2007 by Cathy Delaleu
Hope everyone had a relaxing weekend. Besides painting, I did some cooking and yesterday I had to attend my writers' group meeting which was encouraging. I was feeling a bit blah with my latest manuscript but I did get a dose of motivation from the group and i'm ready to finish my work.
The poem below is a preview of what's in store...I want to pass along that I have given birth to another healthy blog (Girly Longings), she will be favored by many i'm sure due to it's erotic content. Please stop by and pay her a sweet visit. I don't plan on posting anything but erotic and sometimes explicit poetry and stories once a month in that blog so if you are ever in the mood for dress-down sexy, you can leave your footprints and make yourself at home. Let me know what you think...thanks for the support and enjoy.
Lyrics, poetry and art all meshed together